Time

 You’re leaving tomorrow, and next week you’re leaving for good. That feels scary. That feels impossible. It feels inevitable.

Have you ever loved someone and the timing was off? 

I don’t want you to be a closed door for me. I don’t want to stop loving you. I don’t want to let you go. I’ve lost so much lately, it’s an avalanche and it’s ever growing. 

I didn’t want to add you to this, and my heart gets heavy when I think of what it will be like without your touch, without your hands. Without your love. Without you. Without you. Without. 

I can already feel the loneliness. I can feel the lack of your touch, I can already feel how the tide is turning you away and washing you away from me. I know I could fight but I’d be swimming up tide and never get to you. So I let go. I am letting you go. I found you the first time. You will have to find me the next time. I just hope there is a next time. I think not knowing that for sure is the hardest part of this. Not knowing when you will return to me, if you’ll return to me, and hoping all the same that you will. 

There may be an ocean between us, but my heart will always call to yours.